A rambling, scatterbrained account of the life of doll addict DorrieBelle. She's got an overworked husband, an autistic son, a damaged ticker and just discovered she's a full fledged insulin-using diabetic and slightly anemic. She's also a tightwad who loves to sew doll clothes, and could talk the ear off a bartender. And she's got a heckuva temper ! Luckily, her 'Empress of the Universe' delusion helps to keep things in check. If you wanna know more, we pity you... but here it is !

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Saturday, December 13, 2014

Odd Sequence Day

It’s 12/13/14 ! I didn’t realize it until I ran to the bank for a
deposit for Beloved Hubby. When I told Dearest Son, the bank manager laughed.

Since Beloved actually has the weekend off, we decided to make one
more run to ThatPit for our stuff. Which M&FIL had thoughtfully moved into
piles on top of piles, on top of piles. Gee, thanks. It wouldn’t have been such
a pain, but half the stuff in the piles wasn’t ours. Don’t know whose it is,
maybe they’re trying to give us stuff, but we don’t have space for much beyond
our own junk at this point.

I know it’s petty, and they’re helping in their own minds, but… I left the MH bleachers on the shelf where they were displayed. Shelf is still
anchored into the wall, located behind one of the bookcases. Why they felt they
had to move two of the bleachers to the bookcases and the third on the floor is
beyond me. The shelf was still there, anchored to the wall. They relocated a
bunch of our stuff – fragile stuff at the bottom of piles of not-our junk – for
no apparent reason. I understand they wanted to move back into the main house
for as long as they could, but all that stuff was already in the still-abandoned
living room, why did they waste their time messing with it at all ?

I ended up repacking everything I could and shoving boxes into the
car while MIL told me everything but what I wanted to know – by now my
allergies were at FULL TILT !! – and taking out most of my blistering verbal aggression
into the innocent air of Emmy-car’s front seat on the way home. I was so glad
to be alone, as it was my only option. That, and the simple knowledge that the
few things left are too big for me to get, so while there may be one more trip
left, that’ll be it, and if there’s a Christmas present for me, it’ll be that I
never have to go to ThatPit ever again.

But my jewelry armoire, my bike, the bookcases, my sewing
fluorescent light bar, the MH bleachers,
and some random everybody’s crap boxes are home now, staged in the garage,
waiting for eventual placement. The few things that remain at ThatPit I really
don’t care about, but a couple we may be able to sell, so… During the upcoming
week, I hope to get most of our things moved out of there, as both Beloved and
I like that he can park in the garage at night – better security for all those
pricey tools.

We also put the camper shell back on – it’s been off since the
last ThatPit run last weekend – so at least his tools will have shelter on the
way to and from work again. Emptied three small boxes that have been in the way
for the last couple weeks while watching
Dateline episodes - Beloved and Dearest napped – and dumped the boxes in
the recycling cart. May have it filled by next pick-up if I keep to my schedule
!